Bathing gets interesting.

The Akkadian followed the dark skinned serveant down the main stairs and through Trimon's stronghold. Now that he was walking he was painfully reminded of his hard use the previous night. His cunt felt bruised and sore and his soft inner thighs were raw from the friction of Trimon's hard body sliding bewtween them. He ignored the guard that trailed behind him leering at his bared buttocks and focussed his attention on the slender coloured girl.

Her hair was shorn short, tight black curls covering her scalp. A thick steel collar was about her slender neck, marking her as a ****. She wore a white cotton tunic that reached to her thighs and was open at the sides, held together by a cord belted around her slim waist. The **** girl was small breasted, the modest mounds were high on her chest and her upturned nipples could be made out as long hard points beneath the white cotton. Her buttocks was boyish, small tight globes barely hidden by the short tunic which rolled just beneath the hem of her outfit as she padded on bare feet.

After a short walk they arrived at a set of double doors, which Kintaya opened and then stepped aside to allow the assassin to pass through. The Akkadian stepped into the bath house and halted in surprise. He had expected that he was being escorted to where bowls or perhaps even a tub waited for him to bathe his dirty and abused body. Instead inside was opulant sunken bath that could easily accomodate a score of bathers with the interior of the room decorated with immaculate marble floors, walls and pillars. Looking about he saw shelves stacked with fleecy cotton towels and vials of perfume and oils.

"The bath has been kept heated in readiness for you." Kintaya informed the Akkadian.

Already naked, the assassin simply dropped the loincloth he was clutching and did not delay in entering the slightly steaming water down a flight of marble steps. The water was indeed very warm and the assassin turned over onto his back and was able to swim a few strokes to the far side. He wallowed on a ledge at the pools far side, feeling the warm fingers of the water insinuate themselves inside his sorely abused cunt and sighed with satisfaction.

Looking back he saw the dark **** unbelt the cord from her waist and lift the tunic over her head. Beneath the simple garment the girl was nude, her smooth skin as dark and polished as sandelwood. Her breasts were indeed small, but looked firm and proud with elongated teats as dark as pitch. A thick fuzz of tight black curls nestled between her slim thighs hiding her cunt from sight. The Akkadian watched appreciatively as her lithe body moved about the bathing room. Kintaya collected some towels and vials and set them down at the edge of the pool before wading into the water to join the assassin.

"I am here to serve you mistress." Kintaya solemnly announced. "I shall be happy to assist your bathing and apply balms to ease your muscles and scents to leave you refreshed."

The assassin smiled, after his ordeal at the hands and cock of Trimon the thought of touching and being touched by the gamine young girl was far more to his liking. He lay back langorously in the pleasent heat of the water and parted his feminine legs as his large breasts were bouyed by the water and rose up from it's surface like twin islands. His thick nipples stiffened at the thought of his body being caressed by the nubian **** and his cunt felt as if it was heating from more than just the warmth of the water.

"I was sorely used by your master Trimon last night." The Akkadian admitted. "My inner flesh pains me still."

Kintaya nodded as if such an admission was just as she expected. She picked up one small vial and waded across to the assassin's side. When she unstoppered the vial a rich sweet aroma wafted in the steam coming from the water's surface.

"My master is very well endowed." Kintaya commented. "I understand it is usual for his cock to inflict such soreness to a woman's sex."

"This will ease your pain mistress." She assured the Akkadian. "I shall apply it to your innermost flesh with my fingers if I have your permission."